On the other side of town, Sarah sat in her room, the wishing stone sitting on the edge of her desk.
Jon would have been shocked if he saw this Sarah. He'd have expected she was more average...as she had taken his life...but the change was much more extreme.
This Sarah wore glasses, and instead of tight, body hugging clothes...she wore scruffy old pants and a grey oversized sweatshirt. Had a scientist been observing this...it would have started a hundred years of debate on the issue of nature vs. nurture...and what had made her this way.
"Sarah," her mother called from downstairs...
